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  <title>Pineapple</title>
  <subtitle>Kelsey</subtitle>
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    <name>Kelsey</name>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2007-06-14T06:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T10:53:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">spankey is dead.</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2006-09-04T13:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T17:08:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">we are very close to losing everything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eateroffaces:10637</id>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2006-08-15T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T20:45:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hi</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eateroffaces:10429</id>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2006-06-20T11:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T15:52:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T15:52:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think Jak is dead.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eateroffaces:10129</id>
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    <title>isnt that sad</title>
    <published>2006-03-18T19:06:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-18T19:06:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="128" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="118" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 5.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="146" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="136" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="106" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 5.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/redbar.gif" height="12" width="1" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="90" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Life is fucked up.</title>
    <published>2005-12-27T23:15:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-27T23:15:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yesterday I got home at about eight thirty.  A man called from northville fire department to tell my dad that his brother-in-law, my uncle Ray had been in an accident.  This is Alan and Andre's father.  So we went to waterbury hospital, which is where he was taken.  I did't spend much time in the private waiting room where the doctor was telling the family about his condition.  I was outside with Andre, his mom didn't want him to be there.  Aparrently, my uncle had been on a quad on the road being chased by the police.  he ran head first into a telephone pole.  His head was busted open.  They knew he wouldn't make it and he is currently on life support.  Today sarah and i took andre around having fun, trying to keep his mind off his dad.  we went bowling, where we saw mandee, her boyfriend and Kevin.  Ander won two out of three games.  then we went o sarah's house and hung out and my mother called with the news that they would be pulling the plug tomarrow, and would be donating his organs.  Andre left 15 min later and i coudn't stop crying.  Now i get to take care of his cats at his house which is so hard.  oh well.</content>
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    <title>First time i swear!</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T12:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T12:35:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#3fbf00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#55bf55"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#008000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#40a030"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#80a100"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#55bf55"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;amimals are love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eateroffaces:9466</id>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2005-12-25T07:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T12:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T12:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eateroffaces:9022</id>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2005-12-14T07:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T13:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T13:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello all!  It has been forever I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things that have happened lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got another dog!  He is a two year old shepherd mix named Badger.  We are having alot of trouble though.  He isn't housebroken and he cat agressive... not a good thing with my five cats.  He also growls randomly, and hates my brother.  Otherwise he's great.  the dogs love him and i love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Spencer came home early from school.  He has been really sick for the last few weeks and got really behind and then started skipping classes.  He wasn't going to pass his finals and since he is on acedemic probation, if he failed he was kicked out of school.  So we pulled him out on medical leave.  He lost the entire semester and cost my parents 10,000 dollars.  They weren't pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can now drive people!  Oh yea!  That is one of the things I am most proud of.  I only drove people in emergencies, and I hate people who completly disregard the laws put in place to protect people from teen drivers.  We are the worst drivers in the world and most can't seem to accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Robyn just coughed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am still alone and shall be for the rest of my life.  I will grow old and live in the middle of the forest with my pack of semi-domestic dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2005-10-17T18:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T22:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T22:29:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">51p &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear- filled nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I&lt;br /&gt;wish they could adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong</content>
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    <title>BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T15:59:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T16:00:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>stuck with me ~ greenday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">as most of you know, becky and i went to a green day concert friday night.  it was amazing.  the opening band was jimmy eat world and they were awsome, they played a bunch of songs, the only ones i knew were: pain, work, sweetness, and the middle.  after they finished music was played for a little while like the gogos, queen, hey mickey, and Ymca.  During this some guy in a pink bunny costume came onstage and started drinking, and tried to dance it was awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then greenday came on.  becky and i were nearly hysterical screaming.they played american idiot and jesus of suburbia.  then right before they started holiday billie joe screamed "this song is a big fuck you to george w. bush."  then they played st. jimmy and some of their old stuff like basket case, brain stew, warning, minority, take me to paradise, good riddance, 2000 lightyears away, and king for a day.  during king for a day, he came out wearing a crown and dancing around.  then they did some other stuff, like we are the champions, stand by me, and shout.  at the part of shout when they keep saying "a little bit softer now" as they kept saying it they slowly laid down on the stage, billie joe face down, and as he kept saying it he started humping the stage. hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am sure most of you have heard, it is rumoured that billie joe mastubates on stage, this is completely true.  throughout the concert he would at times scream into the mike, "HEEEEEEYYYYYY OOOOOOHHHHH" then hold out the mike so we would repeat and then he would scream "HHHEEEEYYYY HHHAAAAYYYYY" and we would repeat.  then he started moaning "UUUUNNNNGGGGG"   "MMMMHHHHH" then he started to rub his chest through his shirt, then his crotch through his pants, then he stuck his hand in his pants and after a minute screamid "SOMEBODY FUCK ME NOW!"  it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while he told everyone that they would be starting a new band tonight.  he yelled out " who can play drums"  he pointed to a kid raising his hand and said "you can play drums?  You swear to god?  alright get up here. "  then the secuity guards literally picked this kid up an d put him on stage.  tre showed him what to do on the drums while billie joe asked " who can play bass"  he pointed to a girl and said " you can play bass?  you swera to god?  Alright get up here.  this is for all the ladies out there tonight"  we screamed.  mike showed her what to do on bass while billie joe asked "who can play guitar?"  he pointed to a kid and said "you swear to god?  have you ever fucked a woman?"  the kid said no and billie joe said "well you're going to tonight, cause you're in the band"  he pulled the kid on stage and they did a guy hug and then billie joe grabbed his face  and kissed him for a whole three seconds.  becky and i determined that if he wasn't gay before, that turned him.  needless to say we were quite jealous.&lt;br /&gt;after they played a little while  then billie joe asked the guy who played drums after the kid left to come on stage.  whe he didn't come billie joe asked " where the fuck is he, what do you mean he's in his dresing room? tell him to get the fuck out here." (after the kid left the guy who filled in and played drums for jimmy eat world took his place.  he was orinally from hartford and jimmy eat world's regular drummer would be coming back after that night, so it was the guy's last night on tour)  he finally came out and billie joe had him do a stage dive, it was awsome. then he alled the kid who played guitar back and told him he got to keep the guitar and to get the fuck off his stage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they played a few songs which included boulevard of broken dreams, wake me up when september ends, and good riddance.  during which he mooned the crowd.  very hot.  then it was over and i was sad.  throughout the entire concert we screamed out the lyrics to evey song we knew and just screamed for those we didn't know.  i had trouble speaking the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; best fucking night of my life</content>
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    <title>feel like taking tests</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T23:42:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T23:42:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>your honor - regina spector</lj:music>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/swedish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to kick back and enjoy life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Realistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/careerquiz/realistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practical and mechanical.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in working with tools, mechanical or electrical drawings, machines, or animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpenter - Diesel Mechanic - Electrician&lt;br /&gt;Farmer - Fire Fighter - Flight Engineer&lt;br /&gt;Forester - Locksmith - Locomotive Engineer&lt;br /&gt;Pilot - Police Officer - Truck Driver&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are social careers, like social worker or teacher.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent... i want to be a cop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5C3DE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sexy Brazilian Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BDD3E6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/brazilianname/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laís Braga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i have a nice ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/pastlife/past-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Gentle Despot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: New Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Decapitation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.  decapitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Daddy Is Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/whosyourdaddy/daddy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You Call Him:&lt;/b&gt; Big Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Love Him:&lt;/b&gt; He gives good spankings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/"&gt;Who's Your Daddy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impure thoughts about daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/irish-name.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izett Clarke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izett eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFCDDD"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your Porn Star Name is: &lt;b&gt;Sandra Spreadum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Porn Star Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreadum eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that equals 95%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay SpongeBob!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the religious right says so...&lt;br /&gt;And because his best friend looks a bit too much like a penis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/gaychildhoodiconquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew.</content>
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    <title>schedule!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-07-11T23:39:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T23:39:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A  short fiction - campbell&lt;br /&gt;B  russian - cosentini&lt;br /&gt;C  allied health - kaczka&lt;br /&gt;D  unassigned study&lt;br /&gt;second lunch&lt;br /&gt;E  AAT - fitzsimmon&lt;br /&gt;F  study/ pe - cheron&lt;br /&gt;G  anatomy - wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone have classes with me?</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2005-05-18T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T23:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T23:24:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have not updated in a while....&lt;br /&gt; on friday (the 13th) my mom and i were on our way to paddle days, when we passed the store.  on the other side of the road, i saw a cat lying dead.  i felt so bad, some one lost their pet!  then i made the connection.  at store, black cat, white paws, flea coller... i immediatly start crying and my mom asked me what was wrong and i told her "I think Marley was lying on the side of the road."  it was him.  i cried alot. he was less than two years old... at least they aren't getting another cat at the store. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hale... i am so sorry i havn't talked to you lately...</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2005-05-05T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T01:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T01:24:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today was horrible... i was so sad all day... i cried in chemistry... not just because it was boring...  i am miserable</content>
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    <title>woot</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T00:54:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T00:54:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1106435747images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;The Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Goofy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Cruella De Ville&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ariel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Snow White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="19" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3049"&gt;Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>i don't know how to do the thing where you only post the name and click it to get to this... sorry</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T12:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T12:31:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;name: Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;birth date: September 9th 1988&lt;br /&gt;birthplace: New Milford Hospital in good ol' Ct&lt;br /&gt;current location: still New Milford&lt;br /&gt;eyecolor:hazel                                                                hair color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;righty or lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;your heritage irish and italien&lt;br /&gt;shoes you wore today: shoes are overrated I am going au naturale           your weakness: labradors&lt;br /&gt;your fears: the cat bus and failing&lt;br /&gt;your perfect pizza: hold the cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;your most overused phrase on MSN: …&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts waking up: son of a fucking bitch, not again                your best physical feature:  my eyes&lt;br /&gt;your bedtime: vaiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;br /&gt;pepsi or coke: either… as long as its diet&lt;br /&gt;mcdonald's or burger king: micky D’s!&lt;br /&gt;lipton ice tea or nestea:eww                                                                    chocolate or vanilla: chocolate all the way                                                                          cappuccino or coffee: eww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU...?&lt;br /&gt;smoke: as if I would puta cancer stick in my mouth… as if… I’m not an ass     cuss: yes… not badly&lt;br /&gt;single:  yes… and looking ::wink wink…nudge nudge::&lt;br /&gt;think you've been in love:don’tknow…                                     liked high school: what kind of a dumb ass question is that?              want to get married: I think so… I go through periods where I hate men occasionally…&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness: car sickness rarely&lt;br /&gt;think you're attractive: no&lt;br /&gt;think you're a health freak: yeah, right. bring on the french fries	   get along with your parents: usually unless they are being dumb asses      like thunderstorms: I LOVE thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;play an instrument: no… I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;drunk alcohol: no&lt;br /&gt;done a drug: no.&lt;br /&gt;gone on a date: no.&lt;br /&gt;gone to the mall: no.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: does walking across the stage while painting count?&lt;br /&gt;eaten an entire box of oreos: no.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: no.&lt;br /&gt;been dumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;gone skating: no.&lt;br /&gt;gone skinny dipping: no.&lt;br /&gt;dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;stolen anything: guess. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: EVER&lt;br /&gt;played a game that required removal of clothing: no&lt;br /&gt;been trashed or extremely intoxicated: no.&lt;br /&gt;been caught “doing something”: stealing brownies from the fridge…yes&lt;br /&gt;been called a tease?: no&lt;br /&gt;gotten beaten up: no.&lt;br /&gt;shoplifted: no.&lt;br /&gt;changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;age you hope to be married: early to mid 20's.&lt;br /&gt;number of children: 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;describe your dream wedding: barefoot in the woods&lt;br /&gt;how do you want to die: by trying to fly when I’m a crazy old lady.&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up?: a vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL&lt;br /&gt;best eye color?: bright green&lt;br /&gt;best hair color?: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair  either&lt;br /&gt;height: taller than me, but not by much&lt;br /&gt;best first date location: movies! I LOVE the movies!.&lt;br /&gt;articles of clothing: Doesn't matter, really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;number of people i could trust with my life:7.  and including truffles&lt;br /&gt;number of CD's i own: too lazy to count&lt;br /&gt;number of piercings: six&lt;br /&gt;number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: 4 or 5&lt;br /&gt;number of scars on my body: ten I think&lt;br /&gt;number of things in my past that I regret: not spending more time with truffles</content>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T11:55:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so yes... as i'm sure most of you have heard by now... i failed my driver's test yesterday... not a big deal...  i cried a bit right after, more out of embassassment than anything...  i am quite terrified at the prospect of driving alone...  but yea the test went great... until i had to back into a parking space...  it was nice and strait... but, i tapped the snowbank behind me, effectively failing...&lt;br /&gt;      THEN, my dad let Cherokee get loose... twice.... within 20 min.   i was pissed!  i got her back the first time no problem, took maybe five min.   but the second time... took over an hour... in the dark... because she is scared of the flashlight...  an hour , in the dark, in my woods... creepy.   the only way i could get her to come near me was by waving a deer bone from the skeleton... very discusting... i washed my hands alot...&lt;br /&gt;       then today... today is the six-month annivserey of truffles... it hit pretty hard... i can't stop crying.   sometimes i wonder if she would have liked cherokee...  i'm not sure.  i wonder if she hates me for getting cherokee only three months after she died...  i wonder if she was scared as she was dying, if she could hear me telling to hold on and that i loved her...  i wonder if she could feel my tears in her fur, if she could hear me screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm depressed.</content>
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    <title>interesting....</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T01:52:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110084125questionmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;agnosticism&lt;/b&gt;. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;79%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;71%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;71%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;29%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2004-11-08T05:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T10:38:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-08T10:38:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm depressed...</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2004-11-03T06:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T11:06:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T11:06:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my eyes are currently feeling as though someone with blue hair has poured an acid on them and tried to mix it into a homogeneous mixture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ow...</content>
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    <title>eateroffaces @ 2004-11-03T04:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T09:51:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T09:51:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello all... chances are that you probably won't be reading this until after school... it is currently 4:25 AM.   i find myself not the least bit tired... odd... i never went to bed.... sleep just never graced me with its precence... its almost as if every night a fat little man with striped socks sprinkles dust on everyone to put them to sleep, and he just happened to miss me last night.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i would like to believe my little aforementioned theory... chances are that i just have something on my mind, which i do.&lt;br /&gt;after the first two weeks i was ok, it still upset me and all but i wasn't crying all the time anymore.  these last two weeks have been terribal... even before i met Tiger.  i find myself crying myself to sleep most nights and crying randomly throughout the day.  on monday for example, i was near crying before drivers ed for no real reason....&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i found a video project from english in 8th grade.  i watched it and it was funny, we had to desighn a utopia.  but in the end we had bloopers one of which was when the dogs interuppted a scene...  actually seeeing truffles for the fist time actually alive since it happened sent me over the edge a little bit.  apart from my dream this was the first time i saw her move in almost 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;then there is the tiger issue.  i love truffles and no one can ever take her place but i'm afraid that if she knew i was looking into another dog, she would think i was replacing her...  &lt;br /&gt;when truff was alive if she ever needed something, she came to me first...  when she would get sick at night, if she was able, she would come up to my room.  if she was hungery she would sit next to me and wait for me to feed her.  she needed me....&lt;br /&gt;Mysty doen't need me...  she won't come to me when she's hungery, she won't come when i call her, she won't even come in my room anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be needed... is that wrong? because i don't know anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Krissy, i seem to be picking up your habits,  i'm not sure when but at some point during the night i started drawing pictures on my wall in crayon... there are colorful swirls, a leaf, a brown dog, 3 eyes, and drawings of my friends which all lack faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomarrow is the 7 week anniversary</content>
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    <title>worst day of my life</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T01:38:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-18T01:38:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah.... last night sucked.... Truffles died.....  my baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home and she was in the living room gagging... i thought she was going to throw up so i brought her outside... she was walking very oddly, like she was trying to lay down.  i sat with her a moment before i saw she was foaming at the mouth.  i ran in to get my mom and we thought that she was choking, so i held her mouth open and my mom reached down her throat to try and get whatever was in it out.  when my mom pulled out her arm, truff bit my finger... hard.  the cut isn't very large but it was deep enough that after a few min. my hand was covered in blood... mind you this was the first time she has ever bitten anybody... i feel honoured. really.  so by this time i was in full panic mode and i was crying hysterically so ran inside to get my brother who was asleep on the couch and my mom tried to get ahold of a vet... after a few more muinits truffles was barely breathing and my brother and i were giving her mouth to nose, as she wasn't getting enough oxygen...  we finally got a vet and we drove to them and truffles died on the way, her head in my lap.  she didn't choke because her gums would have been blue... the were pale as if she had bled out.  the vet believed that she had a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i know it sounds bad, but after half an hour of this i was just begging for her to just stop breathing... she was suffering.  we burried her last night next to the high-hide-away.  it still has yet to sink in... i have been crying almost constantly scince it happened... she's been dead for 25.5 hours now...  one good thing that has come out of this is my rock hard resolve to become a vet.  even though i wouldn't have been able to do any thing... just the knowlage that i would know what to do, if i could do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i always thought that she would have a more drawn out death like bear bear.  i never thought it would happen so suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   my baby died exactly one week after i turned 16.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2004-07-16T06:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-16T06:13:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>whirring of my computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i have decided to make a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT PISS ME OFF:&lt;br /&gt;~homophobes&lt;br /&gt;~racists&lt;br /&gt;~bossy people&lt;br /&gt;~pens you can't figure out how to work&lt;br /&gt;~broked DDR mats&lt;br /&gt;~slow computers&lt;br /&gt;~burning sensation i get in my eyes when i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;~regular coke and/or pepsi&lt;br /&gt;~death&lt;br /&gt;~children&lt;br /&gt;~the colour pink&lt;br /&gt;~the names helga, ellen, inga, and ellga&lt;br /&gt;~things that break easily when you chew them (ex. cd's)&lt;br /&gt;~moisquitoes&lt;br /&gt;~rap music (exception: eminem)&lt;br /&gt;~broken toes (SO fricken annoying)&lt;br /&gt;~the word "fuck"&lt;br /&gt;~bosten accents (sorry kris)&lt;br /&gt;~having more than one event planned at a time&lt;br /&gt;~canadiennes (i don't dislike, them i want to be one of them)&lt;br /&gt;~people who smoke&lt;br /&gt;~people who overuse phrases&lt;br /&gt;~people who don't like my friends&lt;br /&gt;~dirt (it is slowley consumming the earth... we will all be ruled by the dirt men... we shall become their slaves...)&lt;br /&gt;~hellgrimites (Freakin' scarriest bug in the world... my cats kill them for pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;~broken printers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats good for now.... my eyes burn...odd...</content>
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    <published>2004-06-23T19:16:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">today would have to be one of the worst days i've had in a long time....  first i was awoken at seven o'clock cause my mom came in and told me that truffles was sick... i figured she ate something that didn't agree with her and threw up, and my mom was waking me up so i could clean it...&lt;br /&gt;   So yea, she was either vomiting or urinating blood and was lying in the doorway... she couldn't get up... so i covered her with a blanket (twas cold) and lay with her while my mom called the on-call vet at our vet's office.  my dad had to carry truffles out to the car and me and my mom met the vet at the clinic.  she was dehydrated (from the vomiting) and he drew some blood and put her on an iv and we left...&lt;br /&gt;   we went back to see her later and there was nothing in her blood to suggest liver or kidney problems...  she has some gas in her intestines but it is unlikely that this is the cause of her condition... so... they have no idea what is causing this, and the on-call vet thinks this may be it for her... so i have been kind of freaking out all morning, sobbing hysterically in my bed, hugging mysty alot....basically i'm a wreck... but it helps to share with everyone so yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!  EVERYONE WISH TRUFFLES A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! BIG 13!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ::sob::</content>
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